'Dew of Hermon', is taken from a line in Psalm 133. The writer of that ancient song enthused about how good it is when people live together in unity,and compares it poetically to the dew of Hermon descending upon the mountains of Zion. In that spirit it is hoped these scribblings will be more refreshing mountain dew, than obscurantist valley fog, where a weary Pilgrim might be refreshed and replenished for the journey ahead.

How time fly's! I never thought it was that long since your Mum died. How are you keeping? Its hard at times to fill the time, when loved ones are gone. You miss the chat & laugh & only they knew when you were acting the maggot. Strangers will never understand us like our family & especially our Mum.

God keep you in His arms & remind you that He will NEVER leave you or forsake you.